So, I am starting this blog since I am newly married and I just made a bet with my husband.
Now, I am not one to bet unless I am sure I can win, as the old adage goes. But, this time, I am not as confident.
Every June, we, along with a group of friends, attend the Philadelphia comic convention because they (my husband, his brother, and two friends) have a company, PLB Comics. I am usually one of the "groupies" that dresses up; yes, I dress up in those weird costumes that people like you stand to the side and make fun of because you "would never be caught dead in that".
Over the past two years I have become more "fluffy", to put it lightly. And, I bet my husband, like an idiot, that I could lose 20 lbs before the convention. If I win, HE takes me on a weekend vacation of my choice. If he wins, I take him on a weekend vacation of his choice. Oh, I'm sure you are saying, "What a horrible husband!", "He should love you for who you are!". Trust me, I would be saying the same thing, but I got myself into this mess. No, I'm not making excuses. I asked him to make a bet with me; hoping for extrinsic motivation mind you, that I hope sticks, because the intrinsic is on holiday without me. He declined on many accounts and regailed me with words likened to "I think you ARE beautiful!" and a whole lot of PDA! But, I persisted, and I don't know why...
So, lets look at the facts. It is the first of February tomorrow and the convention is on June 11. That makes, ummm, about 5 months. So, can I do it?! We will see, today marks the first of my 5 month adventure into HealthLand.
